Blurb:
Even
though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as
daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and
teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before
pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers
that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at
his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her
comfort zone.
But
Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when
she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she
could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really
hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and
discipline she needs?
Publisher’s
Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure
contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If
such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also
available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.
Excerpt
“Take off your bra,
Bailey.” His voice had gone soft and hypnotic. My hands trembled as I reached
behind me and undid the clasp on my bra. The straps slipped off my shoulders,
and I let it fall to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful…”
Ian knelt in front of me, his eyes roaming over my exposed breasts. I was
pretty sure we were out of my role-playing and into his thing now, and I sat
still, waiting for whatever he wanted… or needed… to do.
He held the ice cube out,
water dripping on his knee. With infinite slowness he touched the ice cube to
my nipple. I jerked away, and Ian looked up at me.
“Sit still, Bailey. I
don’t want to have to tie you up.” His voice dropped even lower. “Unless you
want me to?”
I shook my head. I knew I
was in trouble and deserved to be punished. I know when we do the bondage
sessions, it is always amazing; I just wasn’t sure I wanted to be restrained
when he was using all the ice on me.
“Then sit still. And
don’t talk, unless I ask you a question. You’re under obedience.”
He brought the ice cube
back against my breast, circling my nipple, but not quite touching it. For a
second I couldn’t tell what it felt like. It was painful, and I thought I
wanted him to stop, but I knew I couldn’t ask for that.
I gritted my teeth as he
ran the ice cube in smaller and smaller circles, teasing, flirting, grazing my
hardened nipple. I knew it would be intense and I was right.
When he touched the ice
to my puckered nipple, I cried out, grabbing his wrist. He looked up at me, one
eyebrow raised.
“Let go, Bailey.” He held
my eyes, waiting patiently until I reluctantly let go of his wrist. “Hang on to
the edge of the chair. Don’t let go. If you do, I’ll find something else to do
with you.”
I was breathing hard, but
I did as he asked, grabbing the edge of the kitchen chair. Ian smiled, then
went back to his patient task, making slow circles again, starting the whole
thing over. My only hope was the ice cube would melt.
He ran the ice cube
across my nipple again, and I bit my lip. It was intense, but almost instantly
he pulled the ice away. Before I could even process what I felt, he leaned
forward, licking my nipple. My body reacted to the familiar, arching against
him, but before I could even enjoy the feeling, he pulled away. The ice cube
came back, rubbing against my now-softened nipple.
He kept switching,
rubbing the ice cube over my nipple, pulling it away, then sucking my nipple
into his mouth. He moved between my breasts, kissing and sucking me, then
rubbing my nipples with the ice.
I’d spread my legs, an
open invitation, aching for his touch somewhere besides my breasts. I knew he
was aroused. There was no way I could miss his erection tenting the front of
his sweats.
I was gripping the chair
so hard my knuckles were white. As much as I wanted to be touched, I wanted to
touch Ian.
But I knew he had the
patience and self-control to keep this up far longer than I could stand. He
knew this, and it was something he exploited.
By the time the cube
melted, I was gasping, shaking, and so totally aroused I could barely hold
still.
Finally he sat back on
his heels, hands resting on my knees, looking up at me. “Did you like that,
Bailey?”
“Yes.” My voice was a
breathless whisper.
“Do you want me to do
that again?”
I shook my head. “No. I
want…” I bit back what I was going to say. Part of obeying him during times
like these meant that I could only say yes or no. It was hard for me, and no
matter how hard I tried, I usually broke obedience.
He raised an eyebrow.
“What do you want?”
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Author Bio:
Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.
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